Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

his gray eyebrows coming together. He looked at the flat-sided jug, then at the wooden crate.

“Let her speak, Gregory,” Arthur said. “I have forty minutes before my flight back to Minneapolis.”

I set the flat-sided jug in the center of the table. The plastic was slightly yellow, the sides bowing out even though the jug was only filled with water.